@jinxandjingles @tiernen-morningwild

Jason Momoa photographed by Elizabeth Weinberg for The New York Times, January 2017

It wasn’t hard to track the Ren’dorei, not for a hunter who could see through walls. He just looked for small slip of the night sky, the closest he’d ever get to seeing again, and made his way round the Tavern. At the Kitchen’s loading door he stalked the prim and proper gentleman, who was no doubt on break and sneaking a smoke. The wrapped package in hand wasn’t anything particular to look at. The butcher paper the best he could find that wouldn’t rip, even then it was still comically haphazard, not fully covering the wood in some places and held closed with twine that looked more bondage then present. Well that’s what you get when a blind Illidari tries to give gifts ok! “Aurora!” He called not wanting to startle the poor man by sneaking up behind. “Glad I caught you before my shift. Jari said you were usually up early, guess he wasn’t kidding.” The brown paper rectangle was offered without fanfare or fuss. “For you, to go with Jari’s gift. Figured you could use it considering your insistence on being proper.” His tone was light as the grin tugged at his lips, exposing the sharpened fangs as he teased the other. Between the pair of Illidari, they WOULD get him to loosen up...a bit...eventually. Maybe talk him into going out “casual” and leave the cravat at home. “You can open it when you get off work. I’d hate to ruin your good boy reputation and someone see you taking a moment away from work for something personal.” @tiernen-morningwild​

Poor @tiernen-morningwild having to mop tonight.

Mop mop

Birthday Surprises

The bat bound Illidari woke at his usual time, just when the last bit of sun was sinking below the horizon, bathing the world in a cast of color. Not that he could see it. He wished he could, as it had been described to him many times, but it wasn’t something he tended to dwell on. No use. Things just were. Much like today… It was his birthday and nothing was going to change that. Long, painted claws dug their way into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he yawned, and stretched his wings with a small trill of noise. Today would be just like any other day and… Well… He’d just gotten used to that.

Jinx dropped to the bed with a very lazy ‘whump’ of sound after he noticed a significant lack of a certain, massive partner, and he huffed softly. Where could River have gone? Irritation welled inside of him as he lay there with his arms crossed, completely ready to storm his way through the Hold to find the other male. Kore knew the anxiety that was now attached whenever he left Jinx’s line of sight and yet… Here was the Baby Bat without his usual roost. Unacceptable.

He rolled, snagging up some big shirt with the back cut open for his wings, and started to stomp his way toward the door when he paused. Was that… sweets? Ears flicked in a rapid jingle and his head turned in various directions before he located the source of the scent. Cake? When did he get ca–… What was all this?

Painted claws reached to touch a massive cabinet that was definitely not there when he went to bed and the doors were swiftly pulled open to reveal the shelving. Considering the size, it didn’t take long for the bat to realize it’s purpose, and a hand flew to his mouth with a delighted squeak just before he went tearing around the room to find discarded shoes. Everything fit perfectly! His hands were pressed over his heart as he gazed at the lovely display his shoes now rested in before his attention shifted to the other things that sat on his dresser.

Another box? Two boxes. He opened the doors on the smaller box and let his fingers roam the various empty spaces with a pinched brow before the realization it him. Oh! A brilliant smile lit his face and he cooed, attention quickly shifting to the remaining things that were left. Curiosity demanded the gifts be opened with as much delight as possible and he was not disappointed. New make-up in his favorite colors, absolutely packed with glitter, and the added effect of a slight magical embodiment that allowed him to really ‘see’ the intended shade. Caythaes must have gotten this, there was no question, and Jinx made a mental note to smother his best friend in the world with so much affection for this. He adored Kore’s attempted interest in his desire to be pretty, but the poor guy just didn’t really… get it. That was fine, though. He loved him all the same.

The next box was opened and it about brought him to tears as his fingers touched the familiar, if less worn out, cordage on the boots. A replacement pair for the one he lost. He sniffled a bit, now realizing what Kore, and Caythaes, had been up to on Monday. He bit his lip, picked up the cake, and made his way down the row of doors to where he knew the larger male must be hiding. This was too important to be bothered by putting on his face. He didn’t even knock, simply letting himself in, and held the treat aloft in one hand, hip cocked as he also held up the fork that had been left.

“Uhm, excuse me, sir. I have been thoroughly surprised and brought to tears. I also have cake. I can only imagine it is because it is my birthday. As such, I think it’s your job to feed this to me, hm? Because… You know… I love you.” (( super late response to this, but I needed to do it right )) Mentions -  @mekandawn​ @koreriverwood​

Adorable sounds of a snuggly baby bat. [source]

Jason Momoa as Duncan Idaho. Photo by Chiabella James. “Behold Dune,” Vanity Fair, April 14, 2020.

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